Empty vessels, filled with noisy nothing
Who could make sense a refrigerator's airy sound as something?
Old, it gives cold
New, it gives cold
Cold is cold but the time to make cold differs
So may we sit down for confers
That it bangs around the same line because it old
A new refrigerator works discreetly till the water cold
Which one is right to live by thus let us judge, how?
It feels so right to keep the old for it is familiar now
The new seems deceiving perhaps we switch it to sleep
The old is making noise our babies cannot sleep
It is the dry season we need a working refrigerator
Without one it is over says the terminator
May be we should even use the both
May be wee need not to ascribe meanings to both
Or let us come to say perhaps
It is the best if only two things work together for us
As the night cannot do without the day
As the day the Lord has made is today
As for every summer sun
Would we have some autumn gone.
©Jodekss '15
Poem inspired by the two refrigerators we have working at home.
